Maya lay sprawled on the black couch with golden linings.
Her body slightly curled, enveloped by the quiet stillness of Professor Jacob's office.
The wide-open window cast the moonlight over her, illuminating her body in soft silver.
She wore a crisp white shirt tucked into a black skirt that barely reached her knees, her legs covered by black leggings.
Her delicate features, usually calm, were now marred by beads of sweat trickling down her forehead and cheeks, betraying the turmoil within her mind.
Her fingers twitched, her breath quickened, and her body jerked in involuntary movements.
She was trapped in a nightmare.
Maya stood in a room eerily similar to one of the faculty offices in Ravenwood Academy.
Except this room was ruined.
Shelves that once held pristine books were splintered and shattered.
Glass lay broken on the floor, reflecting the distorted chaos around her.
